***ALARIC’S POV***
I push the heavy door open, a sharp gust of wind welcoming me as I step outside. The air is crisp, filled with the distant sounds of the city that never sleeps.
My guards are scattered around, concealed in the shadows like phantoms. I join them thinking of Camilla and how talkative she has become. She has recovered her strength now and is getting more anxious to leave.
"Alaric, when do we leave here?" She had asked that question so many times, her voice quivering with impatience. I sigh, knowing that I can't keep postponing it or she’d suspect something.
"We'll leave, Camilla, when things are stable, when there's no one left chasing after you," I reassure her, though I know she was getting more impatient as the day went by.
Her eyes dart around the dusty corners
